• adebayorr 5w

    Teach Me

    Maker of the Word
    Teach me I pray you
    To accept that my tongue is fire
    So should not light a word
    Until you have taught me
    To know that it is coal
    That burns all who listen to its Art
    And that it is a sword
    That mercilessly smites
    When in ruthless hands
    And that this archer is
    Swift to swing into action

    So teach me
    To wait
    So that when I say,
    I might instead bless
    That these coals might warm
    All Who busk under it
    And always be thankful
    Teach me oh Lord!
    That I may learn The ways of silence
    That I may teach
    In me instill your word
    That I may be silent In awe.